The way a military wife pursues her husband:
From Lhasa, Tibet, to Kashgar, Xinjiang, the wind from the border is whistling in my ears all the year round, turning around in the vast world. You can see the scenery all around, including the snow-capped mountains and vast plateaus. Where have you left your footprints? Can my distant gaze keep up with your progress?
Long distance + military love...
Ps: The full text is in the form of a diary, written in the first person of the heroine. If you are interested, welcome to collect, relaxed style, I wish you a happy eating!
Purpose: Every military medal is half of yours